Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"The Knott family, the Mulcerber family, the Gower family, the Crabbe family, the Parkinson family..."

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, raised his hands and read out the names of these families happily.

His secretary circled around him, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pinstriped suit, straightening his bright red tie, and cleaning all the dust from his pointed boots and the lint from his dark green top hat.

At the end, he took the cloak that had been ironed countless times.

"you say."

Fudge took over the cloak and asked his secretary ostentatiously, "Why do those people come to entertain me?"

"You must have done a good enough job, sir."

The female secretary winked, twitched a little and said, "Now everyone says that you are doing much better than previous ministers."

"Exaggerated."

Fudge put on his long cloak, took off his dark green top hat, and dusted off the non-existent dust on it.

"No matter how good a minister is, you will not allow you to say this. Things may fail because of pride. I must be more humble."

"You are already humble enough, Minister." The female secretary said, straightening his wrinkle-free cloak again.

Fudge came to the mirror and looked at it with satisfaction.

"You're going to get a raise, within the month."

Fudge said, stretching out his right hand, and the female secretary quickly handed over the cane, "Come on, we will make the wizarding world a better place."

The female secretary nodded immediately, raised her right hand and made a fist downward: "Come on, let's make the wizarding world a better place."

Fudge nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to leave the office to attend the "annoying" banquet.

However, as soon as he put his hand on the door, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"Oh my god, don't you know who knocked on the door?"

Fudge, who was hit on the nose by the door frame, ignored the top hat that fell on the ground, lowered his head, covered his nose and scolded.

"Sorry, Fudge, I have something important to come to see you for."

The calm and low voice successfully made Fudge forget about the pain.

Yes, this is one of the two people he has always cared about.

The person who was not present was Barty Crouch. This man received more support than himself. If it weren't for his "cute" son, he might have lost the election because of him.

As for the other one, the one in front of me, he is too famous.

Albus Dumbledore.

Who doesn't know him?

Who doesn't think he should be Minister for Magic?

It's so pitiful, if Crouch can still handle it, then Dumbledore really compares him to nothing.

Even when he first got the job (in 1900), he would often go to Dumbledore to ask him what he thought of his decrees.

It was a big joke for a minister to ask a principal for instructions, but this was Fudge's personal experience.

If you don't know what kind of power Dumbledore has in the wizarding world.

That's easy, be the Minister for Magic and they'll compare you to this gentleman.

"If it was Dumbledore, he wouldn't do this."

"If it was Dumbledore, he would have done better."

"Dumbledore can become Minister at any time if he wishes."

This kind of argument has been around him for a long time.

For this reason, he had to change to a secretary who could not satisfy him regardless of his professional skills or appearance.

No way, this secretary is too good at talking.

She could talk so much that Fudge felt like the wisest of all the Ministers of Magic.

And today she did it.

It's a pity that all the good moods turned into nothingness because of the appearance of this person in front of me.

"Albus."

Fudge picked up his hat and dusted it off. He didn't even want to look at Dumbledore, so he lowered his head and said.

"You came here in such a hurry. Could it be that Voldemort has been resurrected?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise at first, as if he had seen an unbelievable scene.

Yes, he had never thought Fudge was so wise.

But this look only existed for a moment, because Fudge's sinister look had already explained everything.

"If I said yes, would you..."

"Merlin's beard."

Fudge said almost jumping, "Is there anything more ridiculous than this? Albus, you already admitted your mistake last year. He was not resurrected, right?"

"But this time it's true." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Fudge rolled his eyes, and then he noticed that the office door was not closed, and there were many little ears outside listening.

"Close the door."

After Fudge finished speaking, he added, "You also go out."

The secretary who was about to close the door quickly stepped out of the door and closed the door from the outside.

She knows her weakness and never participates in government affairs.

"Fudge, you have to face all this with a clear mind, calm down, maybe..."

"Maybe we will go back ten years, Albus, I know how Jenkins and Minkan were dismissed." Fudge said with suppressed anger.

Jenkins and Minkan were the two previous Ministers for Magic before his predecessor.

Jenken was dismissed because he was unable to solve the uprising of pure-blood wizards, and Kan Min was dismissed because he seemed strong but was actually unable to control the rise of the Dark Lord.

In short, that was not the result he wanted.

"We must face this fact correctly, Fudge, Millicent did a good job, didn't she?" Dumbledore said.

"She's just lucky, Albus." Fudge turned around and sat firmly on his leather seat and said, "If it hadn't been for the one who happened to be plotted by Lily Potter's magic, she would have been dismissed. "

"That wasn't a plot, it was her doing it to Harry..."

"The curse of love, I know, Albus, no matter what, she has good luck, but I don't believe in luck." Fudge waved his hand angrily, interrupting Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge condescendingly. He felt more and more that the Minister of Magic was unreasonable.

But so what, now Fudge is the Minister of Magic.

"I can buy you a drink if you want, Albus."

Fudge said, picking up the pocket watch in his pocket and taking a look at it, "But I have an important party soon, so we have to drink it quickly."

"There are many people at Hogwarts who can prove me right, Fudge, you just have to go there..."

"No, no, no."

Fudge shook his head vigorously and interrupted Dumbledore for the fourth time, "Don't say that again, you can't deceive me, Dumbledore, you just need to tell me, what do you want?"

Dumbledore looked at Fudge blankly. He felt that he had made it clear enough.

"Do you think the Hogwarts office is too small, so you want to sit here and give orders?"

After holding it in for a while, Fudge finally expressed his truest thoughts.

Dumbledore stood there in astonishment. He felt that one of him or the person opposite must be unreasonable.

In order not to become like the other party, Dumbledore nodded slightly, then turned around and walked out of the office without hesitation.

Damn the Ministry of Magic, Nico was right.